((So, I have a dilemma.))
I’m still taking a few days to decide completely on this, seeing as I don’t have my license yet. I just need some third/fourth/and fifth voices on this decision, too.
So at this bar in my town, they’re raffling off a car. For $100 a raffle. But get this, this car is GORGEOUS
It’s a Pontiac Grand Prix.
1963.
So it looks something like this
And it looks so well taken care of. And the proceeds go to two Charities,
which I will look up at some point.So what I’m asking, I guess, is should I go for it?
[I say, if you can spare the dollars, go for it. That’s a hot car right there *drools*
Also Bela says “Roadtrip!” So, y’know. *shrugs* ;)]
{Sent} I knew I liked you. Where did you park the car? I’ll need a sharp exit fairly soon.
{Sent} Don’t judge me. Can I have mayo please?
{Sent} How many numbers do you have for me? I’d love something, I’m starving. I’m sick of cheetos, it’s getting ridiculous. I’ll have a ten inch hero please, if they have that. Anything is better than those little orange things. I’m just perusing a jewelry shop. Want a diamond?
((Get better, hon!)
[Thank you, sweets]
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Her head tilted from side to side at the question. “Seen them? Well… You could say that?” She frowned, unsure how to8 explain it. Since bolting from the massive Leviathan grave after the boys killed Dick Roman and had been tricked by Crowley, she ran as fast as she could. After a while of not hearing anything from any hunters, even, it seemed like she ran into everybody at once. Sam and Dean; however if wasn’t Sam and Dean. More like… Ones that didn’t remember what happened just months ago? From another universe? If that even existed?
“Oh? But we’re going to need that skill of yours to get some cash. How do you think I can afford gas for this road trip of mine?” The last sum of money she got acquired was from a game of Russian Roulette that ended horribly and getting her hands dirty. She now stayed away from that game, and the area of Louisiana she got it from. “Oh, let’s hope not. That’s hardly fun.” She clicked her tongue, but found herself wondering the same from time to time. Helping out the Winchester boys and their feathered friend seemed to make her more… Empathetic? Unfortunately. She found her head clouded occasionally with this new… Thing she was dealing with.
“Mm..” Meg hummed, turning on her heel and leaning forward, mirroring the other woman across from her. “Oh, I don’t know. I was heading back east? Wait, where are we, anyway?” She frowned, not remembering seeing a sign to where she last was since somewhere in Arizona.
Bela considered what she had meant regarding the Winchesters. The answer was evasive, though that was a common personality trait in demons, and one that Bela was inclined to admire. They certainly had a way with words even when being vague. “I’m sure they’re probably in trouble somewhere.” She chuckled before glancing down to the side a moment. They were a pain but she didn’t wish them any harm. Not particularly.
Shrugging, she flicked her eyes back to Meg. “I said it had lost its kick, not that I didn’t still partake, just a little.” She winked, a smile spreading across her lips. It was true. She was bored and troubled among other things, but life went on and money still made the world go around. She’d been off the grid far too long to ever go straight, and honestly, the thought amused her. There was simply no way. “A girl’s got to live.” Besides, it was harmless, most of the time.
“We’re just outside of Havasu City,” Bela answered, gazing down the dusty road and brushing the hair from her face. “East? Fancy a detour before you do?” She didn’t know about the demon, but there was no special place she needed to be right now. Raising her brows, she turned back to face her with a grin. “Vegas?”
(Source: belathethief, via megs-a-free-bitch)
{Unsent} Do you want me to get you some peanut M&Ms?
{Unsent} Where did you park the car?
{Unsent} Did you leave without me?
{Unsent} Are you aware you keep doing that black eyed thing every time you put Hakuna Matata on the car stereo?
{Unsent} I just saw a man in a trenchcoat steal a game of Twister.
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The demon found herself grinning and letting herself laugh. Having a boss or anything got rather tiring after a few centuries of following orders for some damned war that was doomed to fail. One of the best decisions she will never admit she made was her attempt to kill the King of Hell. “What is your style?” Meg’s ‘brow quirked a bit. She did not think she caught anything like that, “What is it you do?” The she paused and added after a moment. “Or did?”
For a moment, the demon merely stood there; confused at Bela’s suggestion, Meg turned to look behind her at the car, then peered back at the woman behind a few strands of hair. She was a demon, after all, so why would the other even suggest something like “accompanying” Meg anywhere. However, those thoughts were immediately squashed by visions of ducks and some inner voice she had screaming at her about “Never again” with the waterfowl.
She concluded it would be nice to have someone other than a crackling radio for a while. “…Why not? Are you offering?”
“My style?” Bela smirked, thinking it over. “Bitch, apparently. Or so I’ve been told.” That was the impression she’d seemed to have left on most people she’d crossed paths with over the years. After all, she had screwed them over,though the majority had deserved it. Rich fools with barely a clue what kind of trouble they had on their hands. So she had relieved them of it. Of course, there had been plenty of hunters whom she’d irritated too. They were at least more entertaining prey. “I used to procure…,” she paused before deciding to drop the pleasantries. “I was a thief. I guess I still am, but not like I was.” She looked away, thoughtful for a moment.
She turned back to the demon who was still peering at her. Perhaps it was a bad idea but there had probably been stranger companions in history. Besides, the world seemed off these days and everything was a little unfamiliar; some odd phenomenon going on. The thought of travelling with a demon was oddly appealing, though she wouldn’t forget for one second what Meg was. She’d met far too many of them to be too trusting. “I’m game,” she shrugged, chuckling to herself at the potential double meaning. “Could be interesting.”
Meg’s head tilted forwards slightly as she listened before her lips twitched to a smirk, “Bitch? You too, huh? Those adorable Weechesters.” The demon cooed in false adoration. That’s at least where she got her name from, since most everyone else she encountered was either completely clueless to what she was and she did not plan on telling them she was a demon – she needed to act the part of sweet little innocent girl in order to get the cash she needed to keep the car going and to keep the body she possessed from falling over completely dead when she was done with it.
The demon’s head tilted slightly, “Honest work there.” Her ‘brow quirked up the corners of her lips twitching. “Not like you were? What is it now, then?”
If Meg had heard, she would not disagree. Well, disagree on the whole ‘world becoming strange’, fact. Over the last several weeks, she’d passed by more than her fair share of oddities that she had not been certain were entirely real. Perhaps an illusion of the drugs hidden in the backseat of the car from its previous owner had gotten to her at some point? But somewhere in her mind everything seemed way too real to be some sort of hallucination. Also the fact that she seemed entirely too at peace with the world.
Her ‘brows twitched at the woman’s chuckle, “Alright then.” The demon straightened slightly before hitting the car with her shoe. “You’re game, I guess I am, too.”
“Ah yes, the boys. Seen them lately?” Bela smirked at the mention of the brothers. They had certainly been two of the most intriguing hunters she’d ever had the pleasure of irritating. Oddly, they were among the few she truly felt guilty about double-crossing. It was a harsh feeling to endure and she’d hoped it would fritter away with time, though it had only weighed more heavily on her, making it hard to look in the mirror some days. Still, she told herself, there was no point dwelling on the past. What’s done is done.
“Thievery has lost a little of its charm of late,” she said, walking around the car to the passenger side. “It doesn’t have the same kick it used to.” She grinned as if she were jesting, but it was true. Bela hadn’t yet admitted it to herself but she was changing. She’d changed once years before, out of necessity, and assumed that had been then set in stone, the person she would always be. Now here was shame and regret, unexpectedly boring holes into her sanity. “Let’s hope I’m not growing a conscience.”
Bela leaned her arms on the roof of the car and smiled across at the demon. “Where to, Captain?”
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